| Because I often wear
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| I wish they weren’t there
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| I do what I am told
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| Come in from the cold
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| The laws will get me down
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| I want to ditch this town
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| But when I see you near
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| It all becomes so clear
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| At times I feel so mild
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| Child, you make me want to be wild
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| Wild, wild, wild
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| Child, you make me want to be wild
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| There was a wish I made
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| To burn before I fade
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| And go out with a bang
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| Be a bell that rang
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| So it is I feel
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| It’s not so bad to steal
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| The limelight once in awhile
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| Just to make you smile
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| At times I feel so mild
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| Child, you make me want to be wild
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| Wild, wild, wild
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| Child, you make me want to be wild
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| Bear the brunt of ravages and lacaratings
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| Welcome all the savages and clean their feelings
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| This will be the final chance to start the singing
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| Join me in a loving dance and stop the faking
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| The fire, the fire in the furnace warms
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| And I’m a rocket soaring let me take your hand
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| The light, the light you are the hand that feeds me
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| You’re the rope that leads me to the promised land
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| Don’t let your sun set down on me
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| I need your golden rays
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| There was a wish I made
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| To burn before I fade
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| I found it in your face a very sacred space
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| You make me light my fuse
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| I think I found my muse
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| At times I feel so mild
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| Child, you make me want to be wild
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| Wild, wild, wild
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| Child, you make me want to be wild |